Hetalia Drabbles - Crossover One Shots

A Nice Guy - USUK

Alfred Jones was a nice guy.
As a celebration for his twenty-first birthday, his friends Matthias and Gilbert paid for drinks at a local bar. The place was nice enough, and it was nice to be able to drink alongside your older friends now.

"You see that cute girl over there?" Gilbert said, slurring slightly.
"You're drunk, Gil." Matthias laughed.
"No I'm not!"
"That's a guy."
Alfred looked over, and sure enough, there was a blonde man, maybe a few years older than Alfred, sitting alone at the bar. Alfred saw how his friend could have gotten confused in his half-drunk stupor, the man was very feminine looking, with a small frame and broad hips. Upon closer inspection, Alfred could see he had long eyelashes on the lids of his green eyes, freckles that dotted his cheeks. His eyebrows were large and thick, but somehow barely noticeable to Alfred. All of his attention went to the man's beautiful forest green eyes.

"Stop staring at the poor thing, if he looks over here he'll be creeped out."
Matthias' voice slapped Alfred back to reality. The bright Danish man was trying to keep a half-drunk Gilbert from getting more drinks.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry." Alfred focused his attention back on his drink.
"My God, dude- If you think he's cute, go flirt with him! This is a bar, that's how it works!" The drunk German exclaimed.
"I don't want to be a jerk. Maybe after a while I could get up enough courage-"
"You mean get wasted enough that you'd want to. I know you, dude- You're not short on courage at all! The only thing that's stopping you is some idiot holding you back from getting more drinks."
"That would be me, holding you back, Gil. Nobody's holding Al back."
"Well then, stop holding me back and let me get drunk, it's a party!"
"Not really, no."

Alfred sighed and looked over at the cute boy at the bar again, and saw that his chance had been taken. Somebody was flirting with the blonde, a busty woman with unnaturally bright (obviously dyed) red hair. The blonde looked a little bit distraught at first, like he wasn't quite sure what exactly was happening. It was one of those faces that said "I came out to have a good time and I'm feeling so attacked right now." He politely declined the redhead, but she didn't seem satisfied with giving up and seemed intent on dragging the blonde back to her place, willingly or not.

Alfred looked at his friends for a second, Gilbert had successfully broken away from Matthias and had gotten another full beer. Matthias had given up and was drinking alongside the albino. He looked back at the blonde, who seemed even more uncomfortable than when he last looked at him. The redhead was basically sitting on his lap at this point.
Maybe he was slightly drunk himself, but Alfred decided that maiden or not, someone in distress deserved help.

"Hey lady, back off for a bit." Alfred said, trying his best to look completely confident, like he'd known the blonde their entire lives and they were best friends. "He's- He's got a girlfriend, and he's not needing a lap dance."
The redhead stared at him for a second, then changed her attitude immediately. "I wouldn't assume you would be in need of one, would you?"
Alfred huffed. "You're either extremely drunk or an extremely thirsty bitch. Go back to your house and drink some holy water."
The redhead huffed, getting up off the blonde's lap and swaying off into the distance looking for another victim.

"Thanks man- I don't normally get into these situations." The blonde sighed in a thick British accent, running one of his hands through his hair.
"No problem. You looked really distressed... I'm happy to help."
The brit looked at him. "Are you hitting on me?"
"No, not at all. I'm just happy to help." Alfred stammered. As much as he'd like to hit on this beauty, he'd rather be the nice guy than the jerk who only helped out when he thought it'd benefit him.
"Well... Thank you. I'm Arthur, by the way. Arthur Kirkland."
"Alfred Jones."
"Pleasure. Are you here with anyone?"
Alfred looked over at his friends, who were both extremely drunk at this point and Alfred dreaded trying to get them both home.
"Uh- If I said no, would you believe me?"
Arthur chuckled, looking over at the two drunk men behind Alfred.
"I see. If you need any help getting them home, I don't mind repaying the favour."

That's how Alfred ended up sitting in a taxi with a very handsome stranger and two very drunk friends at 12:45 in the morning.
"I would guess you just turned the legal age, right?"
"Yeah. I turned twenty one about a week ago. How can you tell that?"
"You seem very unsure what to do about drunk friends or bar flirts."
"I guess."
"You're a nice guy, Alfred Jones. Thank you for helping me out tonight."
"No problem. As I said, I couldn't walk away from that."
Arthur kissed him, full on the lips. He tasted like alcohol - Of course he was drunk. He tore away for a second, then went back, passionate and lustful. Alfred looked at him.

Arthur Kirkland was gorgeous. There was no way he was going to deny that. In fact, if he had just had one more drink with Gil and Matthias, he might have been drunk enough to take Arthur home and pound him into the mattress until morning.
But Alfred wasn't drunk, and knew the right thing to do.
After dropping his friends off at their respectful houses, Alfred dropped Arthur off at his apartment, slipping him a piece of paper with his contact information. He wasn't going to take advantage of Arthur while he was drunk. He wasn't going to take advantage of anyone while they were drunk.
When Arthur woke up the next day, if he remembered the stranger who'd saved him from bad pickup lines and taken him home, a face to go with the phone number in the pocket of his jeans, maybe he'd call Alfred. Maybe he wouldn't.

Either way, he'd remember that the stranger at the bar had been a nice guy.